We met behind that old brick wall
You brought the bottle we’d share
You spoke fondly of cities
I spoke of deep mountain air
Like an old wound
This body will not forget you
In the rapture red
Oh I’m dancing in fire to your name
We went out on the highways
Back roads and old football fields
I saw your eyes in the moonlight
And took all you whispered as real
Like an old wound
This body will not forget you
In the rapture red
Oh I’m dancing in fire to your name
I told you that I won’t be waiting
And you still haven’t rose from the ground
So why do I pray in the city
That I might hear your voice in the sound
Mmm like an old wound
This body can not forget you
In the rapture red
Oh I’m dancing in fire to your name